This land is full of depressed and broken butterflies.
A cold night
Vanity and glitz, Ye Jing falls again and again.
Scattered stars and fog sigh and grieve alone.
The branches outside the window are like water.
Xingsan is a little drunk.
The ink is overflowing and I sigh and grieve alone.
Corners of the mouth laughed coldly.
Huan has gone with the wind.
The night is cold and the wind is singing.
Why are those people so cold?
Why are those people so cold?
Drunk, drunk, dancing, lost.
Dragonflies fly and butterflies fall.
Those sneers
Those bitter laughter
scold
Those people are so lofty.
Pipa fluttered all around, and the single shadow turned into a sad smile.
Rain sprinkles graphite and becomes fragrant.
Leave the trees on the ground alone.
Broken butterfly
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I admire-today's people, today's world.